Novel Full Chapter 1736: The Dark Pit
Chapter 1736: The Dark Pit
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Elayne quickly realized the skeleton had likely been discarded for being either useless or rebellious.
It hadn’t been crushed into pills immediately, which meant it possessed some kind of talent.
Still, it was so traumatized that it clung to her, calling her “Mama” and refusing to let go.
“What’s your name? I’m Elayne.”
“Ma…”
“Ma? Is that your name?”
“Waaahhh…”
The child skeleton suddenly burst into tears.
Elayne sighed, hugging it gently and helping it fall asleep.
After laying it down softly, she approached the mushroom.
It had grown larger, now surrounded by several smaller caps.
“Did you have children? I’m so happy for you… They look adorable.”
Once again, Elayne gently petted the mushrooms.
But this time, something changed.
She felt a faint sensation.
A flicker of light.
“…?”
A small spark of dark blue and greenish energy danced on her fingertip.
It began to condense into something.
“Wait… is this…?”
Elayne sat down cross-legged, gathering her thoughts.
She expanded her ghostly soul bit by bit.
Using the power accumulated from the Curse of Pain, she had stored a modest amount of Nether.
She couldn’t miss this opportunity.
Quickly, she merged the spark of light with her ghostly soul.
Then, slowly, she wove a spiritual thread connecting to the mushroom colony.
FLASH!
“…Nature.”
Elayne’s eyes glowed bright blue for the first time as she felt Nature Energy flow into her body.
Then she understood.
“It doesn’t matter where I am… Nature will always try to survive.”
Instead of consuming souls or absorbing Nether…
Elayne sat beside the mushrooms and began to meditate.
She unraveled the thread of spiritual energy and reached the mushroom’s soul.
It had one—a tiny, ghostly soul.
Nature was with her.
Even in something so small and seemingly insignificant…
It remained.
“There’s a path…”
In that moment, Elayne realized there was indeed a path forward.
One no Undead had ever taken.
She was still a Farmer.
And a Druid.
Even in death, the Demon King couldn’t strip away what made her special.
“My soul must have endured because this mushroom was sharing its energy with me without my knowing…”
A year passed.
THUD!
Another undead person was thrown into the pit.
This time, it was a young zombie missing both arms.
He cried out, calling for someone.
“Emilia… Emilia… Emilia…”
Around his neck hung a necklace with a portrait of someone he loved.
“Hi…” Elayne tried to speak.
He ignored her, muttering to himself and trembling in fear.
“I know you’re afraid… and you miss her.”
“…”
The man looked down, acknowledging her presence.
“I miss someone too… and I’m scared. But maybe we could talk. Keep each other company.”
“…”
He glanced at Elayne, noticing the little skeleton hiding behind her.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“…?”
“Nothing matters. We’re dead.”
“Yes, we are,” Elayne replied with a bitter smile.
They fell silent.
After a minute…
“But still…”
“…?”
“Even if we’re dead… I believe there’s a way out.”
“We were thrown into a pit. It’s over.”
“No, it’s not.”
“…”
“They said they’d eventually get us out, right?”
“Probably to turn us into pills.”
“Yes, but that’s still a chance.”
“A chance for what? We can’t escape.”
“But we can try. Together.”
“It’s impossible.”
“Maybe. But it’s worth trying.”
“It’s not even worth that.”
“You never know until you try.”
“…”
Annoyed, the young zombie turned away and hugged the portrait of his lover, closing his eyes.
“If you ever want to talk… I’ll be here.”
“…”
He quickly fell asleep, ignoring her.
Elayne turned to the mushrooms in the corner of the pit.
They were slowly spreading along the walls.
And something new had appeared.
Moss.
Dark blue moss was growing near the mushrooms, forming a kind of symbiosis.
Using her glitched system, Elayne identified the mushrooms as Ghostly Wail Mushrooms—highly toxic to both the living and undead, capable of harming the soul directly.
The moss was called Dark Blue Yin Moss. It contained Yin Energy and thrived in this realm, absorbing Nether and Ghostly Energy and converting them into Yin Energy.
Elayne gently touched the moss, then the mushrooms. Threads of green and dark blue light emerged from her ghostly soul.
Her soul was growing, and her control over her body was becoming sharper.
“Mama… moss? Mushroom?”
The little skeleton walked toward Elayne.
She had no name—or couldn’t remember it.
So Elayne named her “Hope.”
This little skeleton kept her company and brought her a small measure of happiness each day.
She was her hope.
“They’re friends… dear friends of ours.”
“Ooh…”
“Touch them, Hope.”
“…”
Hope extended her tiny skeletal fingers and touched the mushrooms and moss.
“Soft… hehe…”
“Yes, they’re soft, right?”
Elayne gently infused a bit of her energy, helping Hope form a connection with the mushroom and moss.
Another year passed.
The young zombie had grown curious about Elayne and Hope’s strange underground farm.
He watched them blankly, passing the time.
“You know this is all pointless, right?”
“Maybe. Maybe not.”
“What will you get from it? Mushrooms and moss? There’s no magic in them.”
“There’s a little.”
“Not enough to matter. Why bother?”
“Because it’s worth trying. It’s all I have now.”
“…”
In a year, the glowing mushrooms and moss had spread even further, all connected to Elayne.
Year by year, slowly…
She was farming.
And through farming, something within her soul was stirring.
Very slowly.
“There’s nothing else we can do but persevere. Keep trying. Keep moving.”
“Even when we’re dead?”
“Yes. Even then.”
“…”
The man sighed, glancing at the portrait of his beloved. He shed a few tears and closed his eyes.
THUD!
Over the years…
THUD!
More were thrown into the pit.
THUD!
Seven years after Elayne had arrived, three more joined them.
A wailing ghost with no clear shape who loved to sing—Dorothy.
A bear-like skeleton, large and strong but always sad and unable to fight—Norman.
And a small shadowy figure with red eyes and long arms who stared silently at everyone—Shade.
They had all forgotten their names, so Elayne gave them new ones.
Now, they gathered around her, admiring the glowing mushrooms and the soft moss beneath their feet.
It was the only trace of the living world they had left.
And it gave them a faint glimmer of hope.
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